tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53984706815684317462024-02-19T04:31:36.687-08:00As We WalkAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-934237567870588402013-06-22T22:19:00.001-07:002013-06-22T22:26:38.440-07:00The Birth of Isaac<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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I woke up Thursday morning, a whopping <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>40 weeks, 1 day pregnant, and definitely
feeling the part. This pregnancy had been so different from my first. I learned
so much about my body, and was surprised by it, right up until the very end, it
kept me on my toes. For a while we thought Isaac was going to come early
because of all the contractions I had daily from about 20 weeks on. Even though
I of course wanted to carry him to term, but if I didn’t, I tried to be as
ready as I could be. After many membrane sweeps and long walks I had reached my
due date and still no baby. And no sign of him making his appearance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think because I had expected to have had
him by now, it made it seem like I had been waiting forever to meet him. I was
glad he still had several more weeks in my tummy to grow though. </div>
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Here is the last picture of Isaac still cozy in the womb </div>
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So on Thursday morning, it felt like any other day. I was
tired and sore, and ready to meet him. I had gone from “please don’t come
early” to “okay Isaac it’s safe, you can come out now” then on to “okay
seriously, please come out now.” At my last appointment on Monday I was still
only 1-2 cm. dilated, and had my 5<sup>th</sup> membrane sweep. Thursday felt
like any other day, and I was convinced I was going to be pregnant forever. At
11 o clock that night I had my first “real” contraction. I didn’t know it for
sure at the time, it felt like the other ones I had had daily, but I also felt
it in my lower back. 3 minutes later I had another. Then another, then another.
Each time 3 minutes apart. I had planned and hoped for a natural childbirth
this time, unlike my first where I was induced at 41 weeks and had an epidural,
so I knew I wanted to labor at home as long as possible. Whether this was real
labor or not I decided at 12 midnight to go to bed. When I went to bed I had
had one hour of contractions 3 minutes apart lasting about a minute each. I
wasn’t in pain, just uncomfortable. I hoped it was the start of labor, but
didn’t want to get my hopes up. Off to bed I went. </div>
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At 2 am a contraction woke me
up. I could no longer sleep through them. I woke up and on the very next
contractions I had to lean over the bed and rock through them. They were 2-3
minutes apart, lasting a minute and causing a lot of pain in my stomach and
lower back. I texted my cousin and she said “I think you should call your mom
over, I have a feeling things could happen fast, you just want to be prepared.”
My mom lived about 15 minutes away and was going to stay with our three-year
old son Noah during our hospital stay. I walked into the kitchen to call my
midwife at 230 am. Even though I was in a lot of pain with regular
contractions, I was scared to call it the real deal, go to the hospital, only
to be sent home. I told the midwife Jessie about the contractions, and told her
I thought I was in labor. I even had a contraction while I was on the phone
with her. I told her I would get ready to go, take my time, and call my doula
when I got to the hospital. I was expecting and prepared for hours and hours of
labor ahead of me, so I wasn’t in a rush to call my doula at 230 am. My husband
walked out into the kitchen once he realized what I was doing up on the phone
in the middle of the night. After I hung up with my midwife I had another
contraction. That’s when things really got intense, fast. I remember hanging on
to the handle on the refrigerator door, a little freaked out with how painful
they had become all of a sudden. I texted my mom “I need to go to the hospital”
but couldn’t text her anything more after that. Kyle finished texting her
telling her it was time and to head over. From then on everything happened like
a whirlwind. I walked around trying to pack the last minute things, but every
time a contractions hit, I was on the floor, or holding onto something, leaning
over, rocking, moaning, breathing, doing anything I could to just get through
it. It got more and more intense and I started to get really scared. It was
only 3 am at this point but I was in the worst pain I had ever felt. I was not
scared to be in labor, but I was scared because since things had just started,
I thought I was probably only 2-3 cm dilated and had HOURS ahead of me, and
this pain was only the beginning of what’s to come. I knew that if things were
just getting started, I didn’t stand a chance at a natural labor. I had read
about methods to cope with the pain of labor, and one thing I learned was to
not to try to tense up of “fight it”. I remember one contraction in particular
I had when I was getting in the bathroom, I dropped to my knees and was hanging
onto my bathroom counter, gripping it. I was frantic trying to escape it. I
don’t know how else to explain it but for a second I was almost panicked,
tensed up trying to escape the pain. After that contraction I realized “well
that’s not possible,” so I just let myself go and face the pain. I realized it
was inevitable and fighting it only made it worse. At one point I threw up, all
the way from my kitchen running to the bathroom. During the midst of the chaos I
somehow managed to lock myself out of the bathroom. Thank goodness Kyle knew
how to pick a lock, and quick. And thankfully that was the end of my nausea. Labor
had its moments of being the most un-glamorous thing I have ever experienced,
hands down. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I waited for my mom to show up;
to me it seemed like it took eternity for her to get there, but really she was
pretty quick. Even though my birth plan was to labor at home, I had a new one
at this point: get to the hospital as fast as I can to make this stop!
Considering we were 30 minutes away (that’s with zero traffic) I was so ready
to get to the hospital. At one point I looked at Kyle and said “we might have
to call an ambulance”. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was sweating
like crazy and laying on the cold floor waiting for my mom to show up. I felt a
huge sense of urgency. Not panic anymore, but I realized we needed to get there
fast. But even at that point I still had a worry that I was going to get there,
things would stop and I would get sent home. Kyle was really calm and level
headed through all of this. He too thought I was just getting started, and had
the lowest pain tolerance known to mankind, although he never said it. (Which
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Finally at 315 my mom showed up. Kyle had loaded up the car
and we were ready to go. I finished up having another contraction and was
relieved to have the calm in between, I didn’t want to move I just wanted to
rest while I had a second before my next one started, but he urged me to go so
I got in the car. I crawled in the backseat so I had room to lie down or move around
a little. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point I was having contractions
probably about 1-2 minutes apart lasting 1 minute. I couldn’t think straight
let alone time them. It had only been one hour and fifteen minutes since I woke
up at two, everything got so painful, so crazy, so fast. All I could think
about was getting to the hospital and getting the sweet relief of an epidural.
If I could have used the phone, I would have seriously called the hospital and
asked them to have one ready for me when I got there. They contractions kept
coming, and I remember praying “Please god give me rest, please god give me
rest.” I just needed a break to regroup and rest. I was able to breathe through
a few contractions and be silent, even though the pain was excruciating I
really focused and concentrated, and I took in every sweet second when I wasn’t
having one. At one point Kyle looked back and jokingly said “Alice? You alive?”
When we were about halfway there I said “Kyle I feel like I need to push!” he
calmly replied “no, no, you’re fine don’t push.” I fought the urge as long as I
could. As we were exiting the freeway I couldn’t sit, I literally felt like I
was sitting on a bowling ball, I leaned onto my side or grabbed onto the handle
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We pulled to the emergency room and Kyle
ran out to grab a wheelchair, at that point I could fight the urge to push, I
pushed and my water broke in the backseat of my new car. He met me with the
wheelchair and I said “my water just broke!” “Are you sure?” he said. Oh yes,
there was no mistaking that. From here on was like something from a movie. Kyle
quickly rolling me in in the wheelchair saying “my wife is about to have a baby!”
The people at the desk were very calm and asked me what my last name was about
4 times before we both yelled “PRIM! P-R-I-M!” I told them I was literally
about to have this baby, and the other people waiting in the emergency room
looked entirely freaked out. The nurse told Kyle he couldn’t leave the car
there so he ran outside and moved it 20 feet to a parking spot while a nurse
wheeled me upstairs. I kept telling her to hurry, but when we were in the
elevator, I reached down and with another push, felt Isaacs head. That poor
nurse started to panic going “oh my gosh, um, um!’’ the doors opened and she
ran as fast as she could when she heard me give out a loud “ahhh-HURRY!” The
double doors to labor and delivery opened and I looked down to see if I could
see his head, I was met by about five nurses and told them “his head is almost
out!” as I was holding my hand on his head right at the edge. I will never
forget the feeling of shock and complete amazement as I was holding his head
while he was entering into the world. It was so surreal. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even though I knew I that along with having a
natural birth, that means you have to feel everything. I was scared about tearing
and no medicine to dull the pain. Surprisingly though pushing was NOT the hard
part. It was more of a relief to be able to push since I had been fighting the
urge for a while. It was what my body had been telling me I needed to do. While
I did start to feel the “ring of fire” moms talk about, it was very slight and
not painful and lasted only a few seconds since the actual delivery was so
fast. The nurses ran me into a hospital room, ripped off my pants, and while
still in the wheelchair I pushed his head the rest of the way out, then his
shoulders seconds later, all in the same contraction. I grabbed Isaac and
pulled him onto my stomach. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Right there in the wheelchair. Barely in even in the room. They unhooked
his cord from around his right shoulder and I pulled him up more onto me,
seeing his face for the first time. Those few moments were filled with complete
awe for me. I will never forget seeing his face, and being overwhelmed with
love. There is nothing else like seeing your child for the first time. You
already are so in love with this little person in your tummy, every kick and
twist and turn reminds you that they are in there. You imagine them, think
about them, and wait to meet them. Then when you do, it’s the most amazing
thing ever. I just kept thinking as I looked at him for the days that followed,
“you’re here, you made it.” While I was still in the wheelchair, I heard Kyle
walk in behind me, (only about 3 minutes after Isaac had arrived). I will NEVER
forget the look on his face, when he saw me sitting in the wheelchair, holding
our son. Complete shock and awe. He rushed over and cut the cord once it had
stopped pulsating, and held his son for the first time as I walked over and
climbed in the bed. My midwife showed up to deliver the placenta and check on
me. I was so in love with my baby that nothing else around me mattered at that
moment. I was able to push out the placenta while Isaac attempted to nurse for
the first time. The oxytocin released from that helped me contract and finish
delivering it. After a minute of nursing Isaac fell asleep and slept on my
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I was able to have my natural birth like I had prayed. I
kept saying that I think God knew I wanted to do it naturally, but he knew I
couldn’t handle a long labor so he made it quick for me. I was able to do it
with no meds, not even an IV was needed afterwards. I had no tearing either. I
was up and showered not long after and felt so great. Recovering was such a
breeze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had my first contraction at
11, went to bed at 12, woke up at 2 and Isaac was born at 345am on April 5,
2013. If we would have stopped for gas, hit one more red light, or waited for
one more contraction, Isaac would have been born in the car. He was healthy,
weighing 7 pounds, 15 oz. and 19 and ¾ inches long. . I look back and can
honestly say it was an amazing experience. I think up until I was in the
wheelchair, part of me was still in denial that I was in labor, let alone hard
labor. The whole time I thought I was just getting started. For as crazy and
intense things got so fast, it really was such an amazing experience. We are so
blessed to have him and such an easy labor. I have so much more respect, love
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Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-64049110137795006312012-09-22T21:45:00.001-07:002012-09-22T21:45:15.766-07:00Birthday BashWednesday we celebrated not only my birthday but a dear friend named Carly who was born on the same day, 9 years before me. Lots of people share birthdays, but this one is extra cool because our moms have been best friends for 41 years, and they both had their babies on the same day (just years apart).<br />
Since i had Noah, i have a deeper appreciation for my mother on my birthday, knowing how it is to bring a baby into this world. I always want to give the moms and extra THANK YOU for having us :)<br />
I had such a wonderful birthday. The saturday before my actual birthday we got together with the family and had lunch at Red Robin. YUM! And its just not a real birthday if someone isnt publicly humiliated at a restaurant right??<br />
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<b>Thank you to all who came out-it was fun!</b></div>
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The day started off great with a delicious breakfast from my sweetie.</div>
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My actual birthday was wonderful, like i said. Heres a recap of the night:</div>
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This was our attire. Who doesn't love a good 'stash?</div>
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Our moms went out of their way to throw a beautiful party.</div>
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As you can see, this stud enjoyed himself ;)</div>
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Got down on some pong. Even Noah!</div>
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Wow. time is flying by! i just hit the 12 week mark. WHOOHOO!! as you can see i celebrated with a peach. hehe!<br />
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Today i went to for my 12 week check up with my midwife. And surprise! We got an ultrasound. My midwife Liz was having a hard time finding the heartbeat because the baby was hiding so she decided to do an ultrasound. I couldnt believe how much baby had changed since the last time (8 weeks). I dont think ive ever cried from and ultrasound, but today I came pretty darn close. Just seeing this little life beginning that is going to come in to this world and be so loved by kyle and noah and I makes me so excited. I know how much I love noah, and just knowing Im going to love this little person so strongly like that makes me so overwhelmed with love and all those warm fuzzy feelings. Haha. Its hard for me to imagine our family having one more person, but i cant explain how right it feels. Praise be to God for this blessing. Life is good.<br />
On another note ill be starting physical therapy for my pelvis. When I was pregnant with Noah towards the end, I had HORRIBLE pelvis pain. It was hard to walk and sometimes i needed kyle to help me roll over and get up out of bed. It was BAD. I know pregnancy is full of discomforts, its to be expected but i thought this wasnt normal. My old OB at the time dismissed it as growing pains. When i talked to my midwife today I was so grateful for her care and willingness to go above and beyond to help. She referred me to a place to start physical therapy to hopefully ease and manage pain. Im really nervous for whats ahead when it comes to the pelvic pain because its starting so early and popping. oy! my midwife said its my pelvis seperating (that would explain the popping sounds) in the front and grinding against eachother. But you know what it could be way worse. Im grateful for and overall healthy and enjoyable pregnancy. My point in writing this was to see if anyone else went through this, or if someone is and their OB isnt listening to not just give up but keep looking for a care provider who will listen. Because i know how painful and frustrating it can be.. <br />
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First of all, YAY! Second of all YAY! We are praising the Lord for this blessing. I am grateful he has trusted us with another beautiful little person to love and nurture. and yes, its been FOREVER since ive blogged. I recently finished up another term of school (can i get another yay?!) which has given me THREE WEEKS off before the next term starts. You'd think id use some free time to blog about this baby i am jumping for joy about, but honestly i have been spending a lot of time running for the nearest garbage can. Haha. Yeah. pregnancy is brutal. Just saying. Absolutely an amazing miracle, and a huge blessing from God. But still brutal. With Noah i had little to no nausea/morning sickness, and with this one ive had quite the opposite. But i must say, i still do love being pregnant. Time is already going by pretty quick but heres a quick recap over the last few weeks :)</div>
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There they are, in all their glory. haha. And i just wanna say that wet spot on the counter next to them is NOT pee. lol just water folks. Im grateful for being so in tune with my body. And because of that i knew from the start even before those two pink lines appeared that i was pregnant. I found out for sure only 10 days after i conceived. I also reeeeally have a feeling its a girl. I have from the very start. But i guess we shall see!</div>
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This is how we told our close family. We wanted to buy a shirt that said "big brother" but we could not find them anywhere, so we got crafty and made this :)<br />
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Here is my first ultrasound picture at 8 weeks. This is also the photo we used to make it "facebook official". I love the expression on his face. I am so blessed to be a mother to that beautiful boy, and now another little life. God is so good.<br />
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For any of you who have read a pregnancy book, the week by week size comparison always uses fruit to compare the size of the baby to, so, i thought it would be fun to do weekly pictures like this. Ive taken a picture of my belly every week since week 4 but i started this fruit picture at week 10.<br />
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I know what you're thinking. If im 11 weeks why do i look about 5 months. haha. Crazy right? In my defense i was showing at 3 months pregnant with Noah. I hear you show sooner with each pregnancy as well. The fact that my uterus is tipped forward is a huge factor too. If you remember i was doing the low carb diet when i got pregnant. I had lost 12 pound, and was soo close to my goal weight. My midwife was fine with me sticking to that diet since i was NOT starving myself or anything, but actually eating really healthy. And i planned on sticking to it. Until Morning sickness hit. At that point i do whatever i can to keep food down. Which mean a lot of crackers. The opposite of low carb. I was pertty bummed to not be able to stick to the diet because i was feeling so good and this time around i wanted to gain a healthy amount of weight during my pregnancy. So anyways doing what i can to make it through the rough days of MS (and yes, i admit, giving into a few too many cravings) i was convinced i had put on like 10 pounds. But to my surprise ive only put on three. As soon as this MS passed, i plan on hopping back on the healthy eating habits again. And to continue the prenatal yoga and exercise i started on. Until then im doing what i can to make it through the day. <br />
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And if any of you are interested id pass along what i am taking as far as prenatal care.<br />
Far left is my vitamin D supplement. Most pregnant women dont have to worry about taking that, Im deficient in vit. D so thats why I take it.<br />
PB8- is a great probiotic to take. helps the immune system which makes for a healthy mama, and baby!<br />
Nordic Naturals DHA. great for brain and eye development. Nordic naturals rocks when it comes to fish oil. Super safe and good quality.<br />
Rainbow bright prenatals are good and potent.<br />
All of these you can buy at whole foods or even cheaper at vitacost.com .<br />
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<b>Well I can talk pregnancy and all that jazz for hours. So i guess blogging is a good outlet for it. </b><br />
<b>Hope all the other moms out there have a happy and healthy 9 months out there! </b><br />
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So as some of you may remember reading back in January, one of my biggest new years resolution goals was to rock a bikini at the river this year. Which would make it the first time ive done this since having giant noah in my tummy. I started my diet about a month or month and a half ago.</div>
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It happened! oh yes, the meal planning and "lifestyle change" is totally paying off! I Haven't reached my goal weight yet, BUT this was a huge accomplishment.</div>
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Fourth of July with the cousins in Ridgefield.</div>
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Rivertime. Gemma has became a river rat.</div>
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The boys and I spent some time at home depot getting the back yard ready for BBQ season.</div>
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Love having friends over to share this weather with!</div>
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Zoo trips.</div>
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It just isn't right if you don't stop at the cheese factory when you're in Tillamook!</div>
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One of our favorite spots to be. At the beach. (On dads birthday).</div>
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AAAnd a fun day at alpenrose dairy farm!</div>
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And there you have it folks. Thats us in the last two weeks in a nutshell.</div>
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Minus the homework part.</div>
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and stomach ulcers.</div>
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And wild puppies.</div>
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But thats another story. And not as exciting. So we will just skip that part and call it good! </div>
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<br /></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-30996544739384974232012-07-16T23:35:00.000-07:002012-07-16T23:35:25.600-07:00Happy Birthday to you Papa Bear!<div style="text-align: center;">
Barton to Carver was where my dad spent many happy years of his life floating the river. </div>
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It is also where my mother and him shared their very first kiss.</div>
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It is also where his ashes were laid to rest. </div>
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After we spread the remaining amount of them last year, Kyle and I decided we would float the river, just like he used to every year on July 11th, his birthday. When we did it last year we had SO MUCH FUN.</div>
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Wanted to do it this year but since we didn't have a babysitter we decided we would go to the beach with Noah and stop at a river along the way.</div>
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SO not <i>exactly </i>as we planned. But all in all we decided to make that a happy day remembering, celebrating and having fun in honor of my dad. </div>
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I tried making this day not a day or mourning, but like i said celebrating.</div>
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But it was inevitable there would be tears. </div>
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<b>And God knew that. </b></div>
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I had one moment where I broke down when I was eating breakfast at my kitchen table.</div>
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I have an app on my phone where I can read a daily devotional and a verse of the day. The verse of the day is completely random, I have no control over which one my phone chooses. But during those 5 minutes I sat crying at the table, my phone lit up saying "dont forget to read your daily devotional" and so i clicked on it. and out of all of the verses in the bible that it could have picked for the verse of the day it just happened to be this one on this day at that very moment:</div>
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God knew exactly how to comfort me at that moment. I was blown away by his timing and love at the same time .</div>
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THANK YOU <b>JESUS!</b></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-69924914027776830082012-07-16T23:22:00.000-07:002012-07-16T23:22:02.610-07:00Finally a Moment<div style="text-align: center;">
Okay I've REALLY been wanting to keep up to date when it comes to blogging because it is SO easy to fall behind and new events and things just keep piling up and it becomes more of a daunting task than fun. And blogging is all about a fun positive experience right? Well it is in my world :) </div>
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SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL. </div>
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<i>That</i> is why ive been neglecting blogging. I started a new term 4 weeks ago and it seems that all I ever do is stare at a microsoft excel or word sheet. Noah doesn't nap anymore, so by the time he does to bed I have lots of homework and housework to do. And staring at a computer for even another single minute to blog sounds horrible.</div>
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But I am trying really hard to manage the time I do have as well as possible. </div>
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An hopefully, blogging falls in there somewhere because I really do enjoy it.</div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-90386079232584479902012-07-16T23:14:00.001-07:002012-07-16T23:14:24.739-07:00Birthday Boy<div style="text-align: center;">
I can't believe its been three years since the sweet arrival of my Noah. </div>
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It went by too fast! But before I get into a sappy mommy moment I want to thank everyone who came out for Noah's party! It was a blast, and I loved seeing sweet faces that I hadn't seen in years! </div>
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Oh yeah, and Noah loved it too!</div>
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Because so many of our family members have food allergies, we made a gluten/dairy/wheat/soy free cake so we all could have our cake and eat it too:)</div>
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And it tasted <i><b>HEAVENLY</b></i>.<br />
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There is is, in all its glory!</div>
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Although his actual party turned out wonderful, his actual birthday was a really special day spent with Noah, Nana, Kyle and I .</div>
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We sang him happy birthday (again) because he loves it and honestly I love watching his sweet little face get all bashful when all eyes are on him.</div>
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Nana bought him a DREAMLITE for his birthday. And what do you know, it arrived in the mail ON HIS ACTUAL BIRTHDAY. How cool is that??</div>
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<br />After we finished our ice cream, we dashed over to the movie theater to take him to see his VERY FIST movie on the big screen.</div>
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This day was such a blessing and perfect in just about every way. I am so greatful for my Noah, and how God has blessed not only this day, but also our lives with this adorable little person.</div>
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Gemma was my dream dog. I wanted a German Shepherd so badly and for so long.</div>
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Kyle adores her, but he kinda wanted a little pup to take with him everywhere and to teach to skate (haha).</div>
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Sunday evening we came across this cutie </div>
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Who is now the newest Hoverkamp.</div>
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Yep. She's a keeper!</div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-86917121086480143302012-06-26T17:17:00.003-07:002012-06-26T17:52:59.666-07:003 already??<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">We celebrated three blessed years of having our Noah! although his actual birthday is Friday, we celebrated it on Sunday with many amazing family and friends.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Noah decided Angry Birds is what he wanted the theme to be, so it was.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I was pretty stoked on the ribbon I found at Michael's craft store.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Now the cake.</span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Oh the cake.</span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Lets just say it was good enough to make me cheat on my diet..<b>.several times</b>. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Since several of my family members, including the kiddos have allergies to things like Gluten, Dairy, and a few other things, it seemed a little unfair to have everyone come to a party where they watched us all eating cake that they couldn't have. I went to my cousins house and he showed me how to bake a gluten free, dairy free, wheat free, soy free cake. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">It was <b>heavenly</b>.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Most things that lack things like gluten can taste, well like cardboard. But this is SO good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> We were so fortunate to have all of our friends and family drive towards our side of town and be here to celebrate. Some I haven't seen in years. As a mom there is nothing more special than to see your kids face light up with excitement.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Thank you so much to all who came out to help make this day special for this little man!</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I wasn't raised to just see holidays or birthdays as a day to receive gifts. Im grateful for that. And I try my hardest to teach Noah the same thing. He was very excited for the new shipment of toys he received, to say the least.</span></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-33013253819917043622012-06-25T23:41:00.001-07:002012-06-26T17:53:16.189-07:00Prayer<div style="text-align: center;">
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I want to lift up my poor husband. After months of complaining about stomach aches and heart burn, he was suddenly in a lot of pain.</div>
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Now I just want to say, Ive known him for over 8 years, and he has only gone to the hospital/dentist 3 times. </div>
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He went to urgent care suspecting he had an ulcer. </div>
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The doctor spent a brief moment speaking with him then just dismissed it as "constipation" and sent us home with a 400.00 bill.</div>
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After the pain only became worse and worse he went back last night in the emergency room and it was confirmed he had a pretty nasty stomach ulcer.</div>
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He's on the mend, but still has long days of sitting at work ahead of him. </div>
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So my friends, if you could please pray for my Kyle, we would appreciate it. <b>God is good</b>. And kyle knows it.</div>
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Okay just right off the bat when I say "skinny" i'm not talking about being malnourished or unhealthy. I'm talking about getting healthy, and a good body weight for MY body.</div>
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With that being said. I'm DAY 3 into my "diet" or "lifestyle change". Diet, is one of those words that people get a little uneasy about when they hear. So, lifestyle change it is.</div>
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Ive decided to cut out bread, pasta, grains, and unrefined sugar from my diet. And beer. Yes, that includes my favorite hazelnut beer. </div>
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when I first heard about this from a dear family member my first thought was " what the heck do you eat then??"</div>
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Ive been grazing on salad, meats, cheeses, more salad, nuts, and things like that.</div>
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Although its Only day three, I doubt its possible to lose any weight in terms of fat, BUT I have noticed even on the first day I didn't have that bloated look and feel that you get from fillers like grains, breads, pasta, etc. </div>
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So that's been encouraging to look just a wee bit trimmer in the first few days.</div>
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I always felt like I was starving and couldn't imagine living like that. But since i've started this diet I dont feel like that because its not that im starving myself or not eating, i'm just not eating the things that "fill" you up.But eating other healthy options.</div>
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Anticipating the most busiest weekend of the year (so far), I was stressed, and nervous to see how it was all going to pan out. </div>
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And it was good. So good!</div>
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sunday afternoon-birthday party</div>
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we kicked things off a little early with a 3 am visit to the vet. $125.00 later we discovered miss Gemma has Kennel Cough<br />
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Friday night<br />
we went to a very well put together wedding of our friends.<br />
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Noah was looking like quite the stud muffin<br />
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The food was good, to say the least<br />
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It was a good night.<br />
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Saturday morning was my beautiful soon-to-be cousin's bridal shower. And since I was a bridesmaid, I was lucky to be part of helping it all come together. <br />
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Saturday evening was a blast.<br />
Noah went to a sleepover at his cousins house, while mommy and daddy went to another wedding.<br />
One of the best weddings we have been to .<br />
the night was filled with dancing, food, cupcakes, an open bar, more dancing, a photo booth WITH props, and more good times than we have had a <i>very </i>long time.<br />
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With all of the stress we have been under lately, God must have know we really needed a night like this to blow off some steam and enjoy being a married couple.<br />
we can get so focused on getting things taken care of like work, or school, or parenting that we forget that our marriage IS a BIG priority. I have really been enjoying investing time into my husband and our marriage.<br />
We also were lucky to meet and reconnect with some newly married couples that are our age. We see a lot of double/triple/quadruple dates in our future.<br />
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Hearing the words spoken about marriage at the wedding we went to this weekend reminded me of how amazing and blessed we are, and how blessed I am to have my Kyle. And to enjoy marriage, and being young. and being married to my bestfriend.<br />
Im grateful for kyle, and that God has given me him to go through life with. <br />
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And we were lucky enough to be able to bring this beautiful centerpiece from one of the weddings home with us!<br />
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kyle and noah went to our nephews birthday party while mama stayed home to catch up on some homework.<br />
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So the biggest, craziest weekend of the year was amazing, refreshing and totally rad.<br />
Thank you LORD for taking something I saw as stressful and overwhelming and making it into a blessing that I wish I could do all over again.<br />
I may have picked up a nasty head cold, sore feet from dancing in heels, but I also picked up memories and friendships.<br />
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Has it really been five months since my last post?? wow. That just goes to show how crazy life has been. And as much as i'd like to say its calmed down now, it hasn't. But im finding moments in the chaos to sit back, take it all in, and enjoy "the now". Before my adorable husband gets home, and while my not-so-little boy sleeps I though I would take a minute to write, and HOPEFULLY get into the habit of writing more often then every six months.</div>
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So amongst the car accident, the homework, the tantrums, the potty training (both boy and puppy) and everything else piling up, I felt a little overwhelmed, to say the least. I have a lot of stress, from all directions, and started to lose track of whats important. whats in front of me. and what I have to be thankful for. I praise God for my husband, who can handle stress better than any other person I've met, and even in the midst of the chaos, he has a way of bringing me back down when my head feels like its spinning. Sometimes I wonder what its like to live with me, a total control freak and spazoid, and when I picture that, it makes me love him even more for the love and patience he shows me. As much as I wished I would have turned to Gods word and just got on my knees and prayed when things got stressful, I didn't. No its my stubbornness and my control freak attitude that makes me think I can face it all on my own. Ive always been one to learn things the hard way, and in this case that proved to be true yet again. But by Gods grace he always picks me up and pulls me back to him. Hopefully next time it wont take me as long to remember that :) </div>
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Its the moments like when my husband gives me the hug on our living room floor that makes it feel like the world slows down around me, and I know when im 80 years old I will remember that moment. It reminds me that when im stressing over the bills stacking up from the accident, that im SO grateful my husband is still in my arms, when an accident could have been a lot worse. when the world finally catches back up to me I realized Noah is climbing on kyles back and I have a clumsy German shepherd trying to step on my head. But for that moment, I was able to take it all in and realize how good I have it, how much im blessed.</div>
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It is so easy for me to see the little things, that really don't matter. and when I do that, I see miss the things that God has set before me that really do matter. During this season of life I think what God is trying to teach me is profound, yet so simple: Love what you have. Don't stress about what you don't. realize what matters. Don't be distracted by anything else. The love you share, that's what will matter in eternity. not the bills you paid.And above all things, trust Him.</div>
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My prayers sound a lot like this today: Lord thank you for blessing me, far more than I deserve. Thank you for you love, and your willingness to help me. I cannot do it on my own. And I know I do not have to. I thank you God that when I try so hard to figure things out, and what you want me to do, you are always faithful. Ever ready to guide me and teach me. I love the depth yet simplicity in your ways. Continue to lead me Lord. And thank you for all you have done.</div>
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<b>Mamas, love your babies. Don't miss the times to be silly, play trains, blow bubbles, read <i>just one more </i>story, or tickle until they just can't take it anymore :) They grow too fast. Mine will be bowing out his candles next month. Wives, love your husbands. Don't forget to laugh, and be best friends with him. And above, all love </b><b>God, he is so good.</b></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-31692173493482684662011-12-31T16:33:00.000-08:002012-06-26T17:54:22.477-07:00On with the new<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>im all for making a change and a fresh start. but c'mon, who really keeps a resolution? honestly i think a new years resolution has more of a rep. for failing that keeping. bummer, but true. there are some areas of my life that need a little change, but it cant be forced because the calender says january 1, two thousand and blah blah blah. it HAS to be sincere if its going to stick. so here is some ways im looking to improve in 2012:</b></div>
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<b>1. I WILL be rocking that bikini once again this summer. no hiding behind a towel, its a done deal. im ready to come out of hibernation and feel good about the skin im in. its not all about getting skinny, its about being healthy. i see a lot of jogging in my future. and cutting out the junk that just weighs me down (literally)</b></div>
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<b>2.spend more time in the word. this means waking up earlier. for someone who loves their sleep, this may be my most challenging goal yet. lol but i need it. and i need to be consistant with it. who needs coffee when you can wake up and spend your morning with jesus?? :)</b></div>
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<b>3. L O V E M O R E. and yes of course id love have the feeling of love more. like when i get those butterflies when my husband flirts with me, or kiss the heck out of my son because he is so darn cute. BUT id like to love more in action to those around me. i want to be kind and uplifting, always respectful in how i speak others. and i want to sacrificially be putting others before myself, my needs or comforts, out of love. </b></div>
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<b>4.i want to trust God more. straight up. i am a control freak in every way. i want to learn to hand myself over to the Lord and say "let your will be done." i can literally feel my heart start beating faster at the thought of not being "in control" but the reality is i need to grow in that aspect of my faith. and lets face it, i usually make a mess of things. God cleans things up and is the one to make them a masterpiece. not me. its something that will not be accomplished overnight, but is a constant renewal and process. but at the same time it has to start somewhere. and that riiight here. when i think of a more lighter, peaceful, calmer, and happier me, i get so excited. this is not just a fantasy, its a reality that i press towards knowing "all can do all things through christ who strengthens me"</b></div>
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<b>so here it is folks. my new years resolution, or "lifestyle change" whatever it is, it kicks off now. because if not today, then when? there is no better time than now :) i wrote this entry for a few reasons. one, to have to look. and two for myself and OTHERS to hold me accountable to these things. so you have my word, feel free to call me out and ask me how im doing with these ! have a safe and happy new year my friends, lets make it a good one!</b></div>
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<b> i hope that when people look at me they
see a light that shines on Jesus. i hope that they see how God can
change lives and continue to make his followers more like Him on our
adventure through life. unfortunately people will see my faults as well.
i just hope that they dont see that as God or his word failing, but
they see me as another person, who desperately needs Jesus and his
unfailing love and grace who is there to help us. someone once said "the
greatest evidence to christianity is sin." so true. i pray that when
they see my shortcomings it points out even more our need for a savior.
and i hope that they can see that "his strength is made perfect in our
weakness" to renew us and make us whole again.</b></div>
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<b>I had to literally stop what i was doing to write this. God had recently opened my eyes to just some of the great things he has done for me. i wanted to write this to have, to look back on, for those days when i tend to forget. </b></div>
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<b>way before i was mommy, or a wife, or even a daughter. before i knew any of you or you knew me. God knew me. he chose me and he made a plan for me. and then he sent his son to die for me. to take my life upon himself so that i may live his. he took my all of my mistakes, my shortcomings, and my sin upon himself and made me white as snow. (and i dont just mean literally!). he made me a child of God, who he loves with an everlasting love. he freed me, made me new, and blessed me more than i can wrap my mind around. because he loves me.</b></div>
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<b>i was recently looking over the events from these last couple years. there has been some pretty big ones too. i was reading over all of them, and it amazes me how much something as simple as reading a post about your life at the moment can literally bring you right back to the time when you wrote it. in some ways it was awesome remembering how excited i was when noah took his first steps, or when i got married. or we got our first house. and some of them were on a sadder note. times in my life where i had wandered away from the Lord and tried "living my life for myself", and all the heartbreak that piled up after that. the broken relationship with my at-the-time-boyfriend/sons father/who is now my husband, the strain of becoming a newly single mom, even though it only lasted a few months, it was still very challenging, losing my dad, being broke, being lonely, being broken. i remember exactly how i was feeling. as i kept reading through the post i saw how in what seemed like the longest year of my life, changed dramatically. i saw everything come together and be ten thousand times better than i could have imagined. looking back to just about 2 years and what a mess life was, and literally looking up from my computer to look around my cozy house it dawned on me. wow. look how much god has done for me. for us. i know anyone of my friends who were with me through these times can notice how much things have changed. whether they believe God has anything to do with it or not, others can see it too. but for me, to <i>really</i> feel the weight of everything that has happened brought tears to my eyes. </b></div>
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<b>as for the first time in my life over this last year i have struggled with anxiety. ive been so stressed and worried about things sometimes it robs me of the joy all around me. thankfully i can say i think that storm has finally passed. but as good as it has been, this last year has been stressful as well, with kyles new jobs, moving, family issues, and raising a toddler. i have spent so much time stressing about these things to look up from what im worried about to see what God is doing right now and right in front of me. even when i had turned my back on him, our loving Lord never turned his back on me. instead he was working. working on shaping me into the person he called me to be.</b></div>
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<b>with all of this being said, im just amazed. humbled. and in awe about how good our god is. through all the ups, and downs, of these last couple of years, whether i had my eyes on God or not he has protected me, and changed my life into something beautiful. and i guess just reflecting and looking at all of these events really showed me how i should always, <i>always, "</i>trust in the Lord with all of my heart, and lean not on my own understandings". because whether i am too distracted with the worries of life at the moment, our God is a God who is faithful and fulfills his promises. worrying never made anything any better. never changed anything for good. if anything it doubted God and robbed me of the blessing he was pouring out on me. looking back over the last few years and looking at exactly where i am at this moment should be proof enough for my that God is with me, God is for me, and he loves me and wants to give me life and life abundantly. all the days of my life, i will thank Him for all he has done.</b></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-13099551517239310612011-12-18T14:55:00.000-08:002012-06-26T17:54:45.190-07:00The reason for the Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">"Christmas
is a wonderful time to reflect on the miracle of God invading humanity
and reconciling all things to himself. May we as a family of broken
people being healed by God, love him together as we glorify his
beautiful name. merry Christmas!"</span></span></h6>
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</div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398470681568431746.post-50335699244997142642011-12-17T22:14:00.000-08:002012-06-26T17:45:36.288-07:00Im just going to come out and say it<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>so im just going to come out and say it. i have no idea how to blog. all i know is all the cool moms do it and its a good way for my family and friends to see how we are doing as we walk through the seasons. with christmas coming up quickly and the start of another awesome year to come i expect many new things to come our way. with kyle working and being on staff at skatechurch, me starting my first year of college (full time) and noah growing faster than i can wrap my mind around, its certain for a busy, yet exciting new year in which God will do many big things. so here we go!!</b></div>Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17522688732194712605noreply@blogger.com2